One Of The Things About Grief Is

And After My Mother's Death I Became More Open To And Empathetic About Other People's Struggles And Losses.

Sometimes You Don't Even Know What You Want Until You Find Out You Can't Have It.

There Are Many Kinds Of Loss Embedded In A Loss - The Loss Of The Person, And The Loss Of The Self You Got To Be With That Person. And The Seeming Loss Of The Past, Which Now Feels Forever Out Of Reach.

Suddenly It Was Fall, The Season Of Death, The Anniversary Of Things-going-to-hell.

This Is Part Of The Complexity Of Grief: A Piece Of You Recognizes It Is An Extreme State, An Altered State, Yet A Large Part Of You Is Entirely Subject To Its Demands.